follow the leader

The moment the scent of Tonravik was caught by the hellion he was up onto his four cream painted paws. His ears would alertly slide forward listening for which direction the pack wolf would arrive from and finally with the she-wolf, Tonravik, in his jade sight a thin smile etched over his inky lips. 'Look at this, a woman doing border patrols on behalf of their Shah.' His smirk twisted a little wider and more prominent. Muzzle arching forwards and his own tail would begin to rise begin him. This was still neutral territory he stood upon and he was a free male wolf. He would not bend at the knee for her. Not ever.

At least Tonravik seemed respectful enough to not talk without first being spoken too - Altair did not realise that the Alphess had done this purposely though and not for that reason at all. Altair ha nothing to add or say as Soul made her request. Pondering to himself whether or not to turn and walk away now or first see whether or not the silver runt-like she-wolf was accepted into the pack. Though at the same time he also was curious. He wished to stick around and meet the Shah or Alpha Male of this band for himself. If Altair was indeed going to stick around in the park for a while meeting important neighbours was a good step forward.

In the meantime whilst he stood and waited to the left side of Soul his gaze would not light from the ebony Alphess. His eyes delighted with what he saw, such a large and strong woman. Her dominance and raw power she showed caused his whiskers to twitch against his cream muzzle - he wanted her as one of his wives. Perhaps she was even good enough to be a Shahbuna one day. Little did he know that she was already a Queen of her own domain.